Erroric Stories Novels & Stories

“I knew that you were a greedy person but I didn’t know that you could take anyone’s life for your own concern! I will not let you live until I see you in the prison” “I didn’t kill him! it was just an accident” Keith started hesitating. “Stop lying you greedy man! You’re a thief and a murderer! All you love is money!” Henry accused. Keith slammed the door and went back in. “You didn’t go to work today? Asked his little daughter Victoria. “No.” “Why and who was on the door?” Martina came and sat beside Keith.

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

Then the haze of sex started to lift, and reality crashed back in hard. I sat there on his lap, staring at him with wide eyes. My body was covered in evidence of what we’d done — bruises on my hips from his grip, bite marks on my breasts and neck, his cum still leaking out of me. I tried to stand, legs shaky, eyes already burning. “Hey. Where are you going?” Greg’s arm wrapped firmly around my back, anchoring me in place. “Greg… we can’t do this again. It’s so wrong,” I whispered, raking a hand through my messy hair. My voice cracked.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

Riya enquired again. "Ohh it's a long story and why are confronting me like mom" Kriti chuckled at her questions. "Ohh come on tell me what happened " Riya only looks like a tomboy but in reality, she is just a childish girl who loves to gossip. Then Kriti told her everything that happened before she came but she excluded part of her and Aadi being in the cold war. "What a whore she is!!! She deserves that slap, you should have beaten her more. " Riya swayed her fist in the air like punching someone.

He just really wanted to get up there and tell her all the thoughts he had been having and how much he missed her. Henry had initially thought that Emma was talking about him, until the last sentence of her speech. He then realized that it was Eric. He was a little pained but he didn’t care much because he had her now. “About the second question, I have also read countless love stories. They are my favorite genre but I realized that most great love stories, always never have great ending. They are difficult and make you the reader sad sometimes. I wanted something different, I knew great love stories can have great endings too and that’s what I wanted the world to know.”

“You had a book about those the day I first met you.” His posture seemed to straighten ever so slightly the moment I said that, as if he were surprised I remembered that detail. “That’s right, I suppose I did.” “What else did it say? Was it a book of folklore?” Eric sighed. “It… was an old book, and very outdated—to the point that I’m not entirely sure how much of it was true or not. I wish I could sate that curiosity, but…” he hesitated, “I would do you a great disservice to spread something that might be wrong.” He thrummed his fingers against the table. “If it’s history you want, perhaps I could interest you in the legend of the Moon Goddess, or… or maybe the alpha king who was cursed by

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

My name is Joseph Cains. At the time of writing I was still a member of the University’s music club, and I had an enormous crush on a beautiful mixed-race girl who happened to come along to the same club. This story comes from halfway through the academic year, just before her grading test. She asked me to come to the lakeside after my classes to help her practice her throws and tumbles, and I, being a lovestruck fool, agreed. It was one of the best foolish decisions that I have ever made.